After sending in last month’s column, I was prepared for the Editor’s call to discuss corrections, or photo selection, or the need to take his deadlines more seriously. Instead, he said, “You mentioned Bridgehampton; I just heard it’s finally getting closed down.”
My spirit sagged. After all these years, I guess I thought this roughhewn, time-lashed raceway of my youth was immortal, like Sebring.
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